 I was slow in coming out of it. First, I thought I was still lying at the minaret beside the dead Moisen. Then I was in a ditch with a gin-soaked woman bending over me. Finally, I opened my eyes. The light from a window almost blinded me. Outside, I could see other buildings, and I knew we were in some abandoned army camp. I tried to move, and I realized I was tied securely to a chair. The bare room held just me and Frank Cruller. I salute you, Jordan.